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DOCTOR  OF  ALCANTARA 


(N      TWO     ACTS. 


LIBRETTO   BY 

BENJAMIN    EDWARD    WOOLP, 

MUBIO   BY 

JULIUS     EICHBERGh 


BOSTON : 
PUBLISHED    BY    OLIVER    DITSON    *    DO* 

461    WASHINGTON    BTREKT. 

NEW    YORK:    C.    H.    DITSON    4    OOw, 
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THE 


DOCTOR  OF  ALCANTARA, 


IN     TWO     ACTS. 


LIBRETTO    BY 

BENJAMIN   EDWARD   WOOLP. 

MUSIO   BY 

JULIUS    EIOHBEEQ. 


BOSTON : 
PUBLISHED    BY    0LD7ER    DITSON    &    CO* 

461  WASHINGTON  STREET. 

NEW    YOBK:    C.    H.    DITSON   4   CO., 
Til   BROADWAY. 


DRAMATIS   PERSONS. 

Doctob  Paracelsus, Mr.  L.  Mestayer. 

Senor  Balthazar, "    G.  F.  Ketchunv 

Carlos,  his  sou, "    W.  J.  HUL 

Perez,    ?         .        $ "    Hunter. 

Sancho,  \  P01*™'  \ «    Bartlett 

Don  Pomposo,  alguazil, "    Henry  Peakes. 

Serenaders,  Citizens,  &c. 

Donna  Lucrezia,  wife  to  Dr.  Paracelsus,    .    .    Miss  Emily  Mestayer. 

Isabella,  her  daughter, Miss  Oriana  Marshall 

Inez,  her  maid Miss  Josephine  Orton. 

Scene  :  Alcantara,  in  the  House  of  Doctor  Paracelsus. 


ARGUMENT. 

Carlos,  the  son  of  Selior  Balthazar,  has  fallen  in  love  with  Senorita  Isa- 
bella, daughter  of  Doctor  Paracelsus.  In  the  mean  while,  Isabella  has  been 
betrothed  to  a  young  man,  with  whose  name  she  has  not  been  made  acquainted. 
Burprised  by  her  mother  in  listening  to  a  serenade  given  by  Carlos,  she  con- 
fesses her  love  for  him,  and  refuses  to  marry  the  unknown  intended.  Carlos 
contrives  to  have  himself  conveyed  into  the  house  in  a  basket,  under  cover 
of  a  present  to  Inez,  the  confidante  of  Isabella.  Carlos  takes  advantage  of 
the  absence  of  every  body  to  get  out  of  the  basket  and  conceal  himself.  The 
Doctor  and  Inez,  in  trying  to  hide  the  basket  from  the  quarrelsome  Lucrezia, 
drop  it  in  the  river,  and  afterwards  learn  that  there  was  a  man  in  it.  Attracted 
by  the  despairing  screams  of  Inez,  the  night  watch  appear,  led  by  the  alguazil 
Pomposo,  who  informs  them  that  they  are  under  the  surveillance  of  his  men, 
is  suspicious  persons.  After  the  departure  of  the  night  watch,  the  1  factor  and 
Inez  are  left  brooding  in  fear  and  dismay  over  their  crime,  when  Oai  as  enters, 
to  the  great  terror  of  the  Doctor  and  Inez,  who  immediately  suspect  him  to 
De  a  police  spy.  He  discovers  himself  to  them  as  the  son  of  Senor  Balthazar, 
being  at  the  same  time  unaware  that  his  lady  love  and  his  intended  are  one 
and  the  same.  Transported  with  joy,  the  Doctor  asks  him  to  take  a  glass 
of  wine  with  him,  which  wine,  brought  by  Inez,  proving  to  be  one  of  the 
Doctor's  poisonous  decoctions,  plunges  Carlos  at  once  into  a  deathlike  swoon. 
Hie  Doctor,  believing  him  dead,  and  afraid  of  being  detected  in  this  his  second 
imaginary  murder,  conceals  Carlos  in  a  sofa,  in  which  act  he  is  disagreeably 
surprised  by  the  sudden  arrival  of  Senor  Balthazar,  who  comes  to  conclude 
the  arrangements  for  the  marriage  of  his  son  and  Isabella.  His  presence  being 
objectionable  to  them,  they  put  every  obstacle  in  his  way,  so  that  at  length 
he  is  forced  to  pass  the  night  on  the  sofa,  beneath  which  his  son's  body  is 
concealed.  When  he  is  asleep,  the  Doctor  and  Inez,  fearful  of  discovery, 
enter  to  remove  the  body  from  under  Balthazar,  who  awakes,  and  starts  up 
in  fear.  Carlos,  by  this  time  recovering  from  the  effect  of  the  opiate,  con- 
trives to  get  out  of  the  sofa,  and  his  father,  meeting  with  him  in  the  dark, 
otters  a  cry  of  alarm,  which  terrifies  the  Doctor  and  Inez,  and  also  attracts 
the  neighbors.  Mutual  explanations  take  place,  and  Isabella  and  Carlos  prow 
to  have  been  loving  at  cross-purposes,  as  thev  were,  from  the  first,  intended 
br  each  other  by  their  respective  parents 

Copyright,  MDCCCLXXIX,  by  OLIVER  DITSON  &  CO. 


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DOCTOR'  0*F  ALCANTARA. 

IN    TWO    ACTS. 

PERFORMED  FOR  THE  FIRST  TIME  AT  THE  BOSTON  MUSEUM, 
APRIL  7TH,  1862. 


ACT  I. 

Scene.     The  Cabinet  of  Doctob  Paracelsus. 
Serenade  and  Chorus. 

Tvbxos,  (outside.')    Wake!  Lady,  -wake! 

The  hour  of  love  is  near. 
Wake !  Lady,  wake ! 

Thy  lover  waits  thee  here. 
The  moon  beams  brightly  in  the  skies 
To  show  thee  to  thy  lover's  eyes ; 
Our  enemy,  the  prying  sun, 
His  tiresome  course  long  since  hath  run. 

Wake !  Lady,  wake  ! 

And  rob  my  heart  of  care. 

Wake !  Lady,  wake ! 

And  ease  my  soul's  despair ! 

Carlos.  Ensemble.  Coro.  (outside.) 

The  birds  of  eve  Wake !  Lady,  wake ! 

Now  float  around,  Thy  lover  waits  thee  here ! 

And  make  the  air  Wake  !  Lady,  wake ! 

With  love  resound.  The  hour  of  love  is  near. 

Wake!  Lady,  wake!  Wake!  Lady,  wake? 

Lttckezia,  (looking    A  serenade  !  Who  can  it  be  ? 

from  door.)  Some  tender  swain  in  love  with  me  i 

Car.  Wake  !  Lady,  wake ! 

Isabella,  (looking    A  serenade !  Ah  !  can  it  be 

from  door.)  The  cavalier  who  followed  me  ? 

Car.  Wake !  Lady,  wake ! 

Inez,  (looking  from    A  serenade !  Ah !  it  is  he. 
door.')  Carlino  sings  and  waits  for  me. 

Ensemblb. 
Luc,  Isa.,  L\ez.      Hark!  hark!        Car.  and  Coro.    Wake!  I  *dy,  wake  I 
Isa.  I'm  sure  'tis  he. 


i  THE  DOCTOR   OF    ALCANTARA. 

Leo.  Who  can  it  be  ? 

Lnex.  Caxlino  fondly  waits  for  me ! 

Ensemble. 
Luc,  Isa,  Isez.  Hark!  hark! 

The  heavens  are  spangled  with  stars ; 
The  night  spreads  her  veil  o'er  the  skies , 
Concealed  by  the  darkness  from  all 
My  lover  despairingly  sighs. 
Hark!  hark! 

(Lucrezia,  Inez,  and  Isabella,  enter  on  tiptoe  and  approach  the 

cautiously.     As  they  reach  it,  they  come  in  contact  with  each  other,  and 
with  a  cry  of  alarm  rush  back  to  their  respective  rooms.) 

Luc.  (looking  from  door.')     'Twas  Isabella  and  Inez ! 
Isa.  (the  same.)  'Twas  mamma  and  Inez  ! 

Inez,  (the  same.)  'Twas  Isabella  and  Lucrezia  I 

Omnes. 
I  will  be  certain. 
(They  close  their  doors  and  disappear.) 
Cab,,  (outside.)  Wake  !  Lady,  wake  ! 

The  night  is  waning  fast, 
Wake  !  Lady,  wake ! 
The  hour  will  soon  be  past. 
Why  do  you  scorn  me,  lady  fair  ? 
How  can  you  doom  me  to  despair  i 
'Tis  love  inspires  my  tender  strain  ; 
'Tis  love  alone  can  ease  my  pain. 
Wake !  Lady,  wake  ! 

I  ask  one  smile  from  thee. 
Wake  !  Lady,  wake ! 
And  speak  of  love  to  me. 
Coro.  (outside.)  Cab.  (outside.) 

Wake  !  Lady,  wake  !  The  birds  of  eve 

Thy  lover  waits  thee  here.  Now  sing  around, 

Wake  !  Lady,  wake  !  And  make  the  air 

The  hour  of  love  is  near.  With  love  resound. 

Wake  !  Lady,  wake !  Wake  I  Lady  wake  1 

Luc.  (looking     Again  that  strain  !  Ah,  it  must  be 

forth.)  Some  tender  swain  in  love  with  me. 

Cab.  Wake  !  Lady,  wake  ! 

Isa.  (looking      Again  that  voice.     Oh,  can  it  be 

forth.)  The  cavalier  who  followed  me. 

Car.  Wake  !  Lady,  wake ! 

Inez,  (looking    Again  those  notes.     Ah,  it  is  he ! 
forth.)  Carlino  sings  and  waits  for  me. 

Ensemble. 
Luc,  Isa.,  Inez.     Hark  !  hark !         Car.  and  Coro.    Wake !  Lady,  wake ! 
(Lucrezia,  Isabella,  and  Inez,  enter  cautiously  with  dark  lanterns,  and  ajh 
proach  the  window.      They  again  come  in  contact,  and  as  they  do  so,  thef 
open  the  lanterns,  and  throw  a  glare  of  light  on  each  other.) 
Luc.  (to  Isa.)  What  means  this  late  intrusion  here  i 

Isa.  (confused.)  I  —  only  —  came  to  —  take  the  air ! 

Luc  (to  Inez,  with  anger.) 

And  you ?    Speak  out!    Why  this  surprise? 


THE  DOCTOR  OP  ALCANTARA. 


tm».  (embv  assed.)  I  —  wanted  —  some  light  exercise. 


J.uc. 


Inez,  and  Isa. 
Ira.  {pointedly.) 
Lrc.  (confused.) 
Isa.  (ironically.) 
Inez,  (pertly.) 


At  such  an  hour  ?    I'm  not  so  blind. 
Some  secret  yet  remains  behind. 
I  tell  you  that  I  don't  believe  you. 
And  so  you  think  that  we'd  deceive  you  t 
And  pray,  mamma,  why  are  you  here  i 

I  heard  your  voice 

Indeed! 

Oh,  deart 
Trio. 


Luc.  (to  Inez,  angrily.)    You  saucy  jade, 

Go,  get  to  bed, 
And  let  me  have  no  impudence ; 

Or,  sure  as  fate, 

If  you  dare  wait, 
I'll  send  you  quickly  packing  hence. 

Why  do  you,  pray, 

Send  me  away  ? 
Have  you  a  rendezvous  to-night  ? 

Are  you  afraid 

This  serenade 
Is  meant  for  you,  you  horrid  fright  ? 
You  saucy  quean  !         (with  arms  akimbo.) 
What  do  you  mean  ?      (the  same.) 
How  dare  you  chatter  thus  to  me  ? 
You  jade,  take  care  !     (shaking  her  fist  in  Inez'  fat*.) 
You  will  not  dare !       (putting  her  face  in  Lucrezia's.) 
C  Oh,  can  such  saucy  hussies  be  ?      >  — 

<   tt       r.      i     T  J      .  i  >  EN8EMBLE. 

(  Ha,  ha  !  I  mean  to  stay  and  see.   5 

Pray,  Inez,  pray, 

Your  wrath  allay. 
I  vow  your  conduct  is  a  shame. 

Mamma,  your  ire 

But  adds  more  fire 
To  what  is  now  an  angry  flame. 

Ensemble.  —  Quartette  and  Coro. 
Inez,  (laughing.) 


brai.  (saucily.) 


Luc.  (to  Inez.) 
Inez,  (to  Luc.) 
Luc. 

Inez. 
Luc. 
Inez. 
Isa.  (sobbing.) 


Luc  (scolding.) 

You  saucy  jade, 

Go,  get  to  bed, 
And  let  me  have  no  impudence. 

Or,  sure  as  fate, 

If  you  dare  wait, 
m  send  you  quickly  packing  hence. 
Ua.  (sobbing.) 

What  sha  / 1  do  ? 

Oh,  if  I  V  near 
To  whom  belongs  this  serenade ! 

Oh,  oh,  oh,  oh  ! 

One  thing  I  know : 
I  am  a  poor  unhappy  maid. 

Stretto. 


Oh,  see  her  storm  ! 
She's  growing  warm  ! 
Ha,  ha,  ha,  ha  !  It's  very  droll ! 
Poor,  tender  maid, 
This  serenade 
Has  touched  her  dry  and  frosty  souL 
Cab.  and  Coro.  (outside.) 
Wake !  Lady,  wake  ! 

(In  the  pauses  of  the  melody 
Carlos'  voice  is  heard  to  grom 
more  and  more  impatient,  and 
at  length  quite  noisy  and  an- 
S"T/-) 


Luc.  (storming.) 

I  vow,  most  shamefully  Pm  used. 

Was  ever  woman  so  abused. 
Isa.  (sobbing.) 

Oh,  oh,  oh,  oh !  unhappy  maid ! 

My  heart  is  broken,  I'm  afraid. 
!• 


Inez,  (laughing.) 

Ha,  ha,  ha,  ha  !  It's  very  droll  I 
Ha,  ha,  ha,  ha !  Poor,  tender  soul 

Cab.  and  Coro. 

Wake !  Lady,  wake  1 
Oh,  wake ! 


9  THE   DOCTOR   OF  ALCANTARA. 

Luc.  Was  ever  woman  so  abused  in  her  own  house?  Holy  Saint  Iago 
nroteot  me  from  such  another  onslaught !  But  you  shan't  stay  another  daj 
m  my  house. 

Inez,  (lighting  candle  on  table.')  It's  too  bad,  if  a  virtuous  girl  is  to  be 
abused  without  the  privilege  of  defending  herself — all  about  a  paltry  sere- 
iado,  too. 

Isa.    Inez,  pray  be  quiet.    Mamma,  control  yourself. 

Luc.  It  appears,  that  is  all  I  am  allowed  to  control  in  this  house,  {goes 
up  to  window.) 

Inez.  There  isn't  another  maid  in  all  Spain  would  put  up  with  it ;  and 
I'm  determined  I  won't  any  longer,  if  I  have  to  live  on  onions  and  dry  bread 
for  the  rest  of  my  existence  —  carnival  days  included. 

Luc.  (looking  out  of  window.)  What  do  I  see  ?  There  is  a  boat  almost 
under  our  very  window.  Oh !  And  that  is  the  cause  of  all  this  trouble,  is 
it  ?  Dear  me  —  a  serenade  must  be  very  new  in  Spain,  to  set  two  silly  girls 
running  a  race  to  see  which  shall  be  first  on  the  balcony  to  hear  it. 

Inez,  (aside.)     I  wonder  if  she  calls  herself  a  girl,  too. 

Isa.   You  know,  mamma,  that  you  were  as  eager  as  either  of  us  to  listen  to  it. 

Luc.  I  listen!  —  Hoighty  toighty!  It's  my  belief  that  Miss  Inez  has  a 
lover  in  the  city,  and  that  she  allows  him  to  come  here  at  this  hour,  in  order 
Jo  bring  our  house  into  discredit  —  nay,  —  to  bring  me  into  discredit. 

Inez.  No,  Senora  !  I  know  my  place  better.  If  I  am  not  Donna  Lu- 
erezia  wife  to  Doctor  Paracelsus,  I  am  not  a  brazen  hussy  either.  This 
V/Use,  indeed,  where  there  is  a  young  girl  engaged  to  be  married. 

Isa.  (sighing.)    Heigho  ! 

Luc.     Why,  how  you  sigh  at  the  thought  of  your  wedding  ! 

Isa.     Indeed  I  do  ! 

Luc.  Why,  this  is  heresy  !  People  have  been  burned  for  less.  Here  you 
kave  a  husband  provided  for  you  without  the  slightest  trouble  on  your  part, 
»nd  yet  you  are  dissatisfied.  While  it  is  the  business  of  every  girl's  life  to 
allure  a  husband,  you  object  to  one  when  he  is  already  found  to  your  hand. 

Inez.  Perhaps,  madam,  if  I  might  be  allowed  to  suggest  it,  she  would 
prefer  the  usual  trouble,  and  be  better  satisfied  by  choosing  for  herself. 

Luc.  Be  silent,  saucebox  !  I  believe  you  have  corrupted  her.  (to  Isa.) 
Why  do  you  object  to  your  intended  ?  He  is  one  of  the  richest  young  men 
in  Madrid,  and  a  thorough  gentleman. 

Isa.     A  pretty  sort  of  gentleman  he  must  be  to  have  hiswife  selected  for  him. 

Luc.     That  is  an  especial  proof  of  his  trust  in  you. 

Isa.  Nonsense  !  It  is  an  especial  proof  that  he  is  a  fool.  Obedience  in 
euch  a  case  is  no  merit. 

Inez.  So  I  say.  If  he  had  only  been  disobedient  and  refused  her,  she 
would  by  this  time  have  been  dying  to  have  him. 

Luc.     Silence,  minion !     Isabella,  a  wealthy  lover  is  not  to  be  despised. 

Isa.     Heigho ! 

Inez.     Heigho ! 

Luc.  (impatiently.")  Always  sighing !  Go  to  bed.  I'll  see,  when  the  doc- 
tor returns,  if  he  can't  work  some  change  in  you. 

Isa.     Change  ?     I  icorit  change  !     I  will  be  unhappy  ! 

Inez.  Yes,  miss,  do.  Believe  me,  there's  no  such  happiness  for  a  young 
girl  as  misery  and  despair. 

Luc.  I  see  through  it  all ;  but  let  me  tell  you  that  you  either  marry  him, 
»r  go  into  a  convent.  What  do  you  mean  by  objecting  to  a  man  whom  you 
have  never  seen  —  a  man  whose  name  even  you  don't  know?  Was  there 
ever  such  caprice  !     You  have  a  love  for  some  one  else.    That  is  the  secret. 

Isa.     Oh,  yes !    Such  a  handsome  young  man.     Of  such  a  good  family. 

Luc.     How  do  you  know  that  ? 

Isa.     Because  he  is  so  pretty  —  so  sweet  —  so  amiable  ! 

Luc.  A  pretty  code  of  morals,  indeed  1  You  have  had  much  time  to 
learn  him,  I  da.  e  say. 


THE  DOCTOR  OP  ALCANTARA. 

Iaa      It  was  certainly  against  my  intentions,  and  while  I  was  at  the 
nut.    Ohv  so  sweet,  so  pretty  1 

Romanza.  —  Isabella. 

Beneath  the  gloomy  convent  wall, 
Each  azure  night,  each  rosy  morn, 
I  saw  a  faithful  shadow  fall 
That  filled  the  air  with  sighs  forlorn. 

The  night  dews  fell  o'er  him  in  vain, 

He  feared  nor  sunny  sky  nor  rain ; 

I  seemed  to  be  his  only  care ; 

Turn  where  I  might,  he  still  was  there. 
He  still  was  there  ! 
His  eye  was  like  the  brilliant  stars 
That  nightly  deck  the  sombre  sky. 
His  form  might  pass  for  godlike  Mars', 
And  like  the  zephyr  was  his  sigh. 

So  sad  his  mien,  it  moved  my  soul : 

His  fervor  seemed  beyond  control : 

His  voice  pursued  me  every  where. 

Turn  where  I  might,  he  still  was  there. 
He  still  was  there  ! 

Luc.  {mimicking.')  He  still  was  there!  Oh,  yes!  This  comes  of  you 
reading  Gil  Bias  and  Don  Quixote,  instead  of  attending  to  your  studies  o. 
telling  your  beads.  Holy  Saint  Martin  !  What  are  we  coming  to  ?  W' 
shall  have  the  Moors  again,  since  daughters  are  grown  so  undutiful. 

Inez.  K  they  come  in  the  form  of  lovers  we  shan't  want  the  Cid  t« 
shiver  a  lance  in  our  cause. 

Isa.  (lackadaisically.')  Alas !  where  are  those  happy  times,  when,  afta 
tiie  Angelus  each  day,  I  found  a  perfumed  billet  in  the  keyhole  of  the  coii 
vent  gate  ? 

Inez,  (sighing.)     Ah! 

Luc.     What  do  I  hear  ?    (indignantly.) 

Isa.    A  little  billet,  which  breathed  the  burning  and  soul-consuming  sea 
timents  of  passionate  and  undying  love ! 

Inez,  (sighing.)     Ah ! 

Luc.     I'm  petrified  !  — In  a  convent,  too  !    I  almost  blush. 

Isa.    What  joy  to  read  them  !     So  tender,  so  respectful,  so  diffident,  so 
so — every  thing  charming !     His  respect  and  consideration  for  me  knew  n* 
bounds. 

Luc.     And  how  did  he  show  it,  profligate  ? 

Isa.    In  his  last  letter  he  proposed  elopement. 

Luc.     Very  respectful,  indeed ! 

Isa.     Yes,  nnd  I  ought  to  have  accepted  it. 

Inez.     Now,  I  call  that  the  height  of  sincerity. 

Luc.     What  do  I  hear  ?     I  am  blushing  now  —  I  feel  it ! 

Isa.  That  is  love  far  better  than  that  of  a  young  man  I  don't  know,  n«- 
fcody  else  knows,  and  whom  I  don't  want  to  know,  and  shan't  die  if  I  r.ever 
do  know ;  and  who,  moreover,  is  perhaps  very  ugly.  —  I  vow  I  won't  have 
him  if  he  be  ugly. 

Luc.     What,  miss  !    Do  you  dare  put  conditions  to  your  consent  r 

Isa.    Yes,  this  one  at  least. 

Luc.    It  is  downright  rebellion. 

Inez.    No  !    It's  only  a  declaration  of  rights  ! 

(Enter  Dr.  Paracklsus  with  a  mortar  pestle  in  his  hand.     Song.) 
(For  Song,  see  Appendix.) 

Luc.     Ah!     At  last  you  are  returned.     Come  here,  and  let  me  tell  you 
What  I  have  just  heard. 


8  T^E  DOCTOR  or  ALCANTARA. 

Isa.    My  dear  sir,  I  will  explain.    There  has  been  a  serenade  here 

Ltjc.  Never  mind  the  serenade.  Repeat  what  you  have  said  to  me.  You 
•hall  hear,  Doctor. 

Doct.  Yes,  I  hear,  {becoming  deeply  absorbed  in  his  bottle.")  Two  o&ncet 
of  white  laudanum,  and  an  ounce  of  distilled  lettuce.     Yes  ! 

Luc.  (to  Isa.)  Well,  my  lady  !  Are  you  ready  ?  Have  you  done  with 
this  indecision  ? 

Isa.     Yes,  I  am  decided !     I  say,  whatever  I  am  forced  to  do,  my  feelings 
will  remain  the  same.    I  will  be  faithful  to  this  hateful  intended  as  —  as- 
long  as  I  can. 

Inez.    And  a  very  short  time  at  that. 

Luc.    There  I     Did  you  hear  that,  Doctor  ? 

Doct.  (absently.')  Yes !  That  was  not  very  bad.  As  long  as  she  *an. 
He  can't  expect  more  than  that,  (becomes  absorbed  again  in  his  bottle.)  One 
•cruple  of  inspissated  juice  of  cabbage,  and  three  grains  of  clarified  tallow  fat 

Luc.    But  do  you  know  what  all  this  trouble  is  about  ? 

Doct.    About  the  young  man  she  is  to  marry. 

Luc.     Oh,  no  !     Not  at  all. 

Inez.     Nothing  like  it. 

Luc.  Sdence,  minx !  It  is  of  a  young  man  she  has  seen  at  Seville,  and 
whom  she  loves. 

Doct.     Ha !  (angrily.)    Then  she  will (becomes  absorbed.)     Aconite, 

arsenic,  nux  vomica,  prussic  acid !  I  am  afraid  I  have  put  a  little  too 
much  sleep  into  it  for  a  comfortable  sleeping  draught.  Oh,  if  I  should 
have  made  it  a  poison  instead !     (puts  bottle  on  table.) 

Luc.  (angrily.)  What !  Is  this  all  you  have  to  say  ?  A  pretty  fellow 
you  are  to  have  command  of  a  house.  What  would  become  of  you  if  I  were 
dead  and  gone  ? 

Doct.  (absently.)  I  don't  know,  my  dear.  You  never  tried  the  ex- 
periment. 

Luc.     Bah !    Those  filthy  drugs  are  all  you'are  fit  for. 

Doct.    We  live  by  them,  my  dear. 

Luc.    Yes,  and  others  die  by  them.    I  wish  I  was  rid  of  them. 

Doct.  (innocently.)  Wouldn't  you  like  to  try  my  sleeping  draught,  rny 
dear;1 

Luc.  Bah !  You're  a  brute,  (to  Isa.)  As  for  you,  miss,  keep  your  feel- 
ings to  yourself.  Your  romance  and  obstinacy  won't  do  with  me  in  future. 
I  will  knock  them  out  of  you  without  any  assistance.  And  you,  you  minx  J 
(to  Inez.) 

Inez.     Ah !     Now  it's  my  turn. 

Luc.  I  only  want  exemplary  people  about  me  ;  so  I  give  you  fair  warn- 
aig.     At  the  first  sign  of  an  intrigue  on  your  part,  you  go. 

Inez.  Intrigue !  Holy  Saint  Martin,  and  the  ghosts  of  the  Morescoe* 
tn  the  Alhambra !     There  is  not  a  more  discreet  girl  in  all  Spain  than  I  am. 

Luc.    I  don't  want  discretion. 

Doct.    No,  she  doesn't,     (looking  angrily  at  Inez.) 

Luc.    I  want  honesty! 

Doct.  (innocently.)    Very  much ! 

Luc.  (going.)  Now  mind!  (to  Doctor.)  Ugh!  You  senseiess,  arug 
compounding,  villanously  stupid,  mentally  imbecile  quack !  (Exit  Lucbezia 
wngrily.) 

Doct.  (vacantly.)     Quack  1 

Inez,  (astonished.)     Quack! 

Isa.  (sobbing.)     Quack! 

Omne8.     Quack ! 

Doct.     She  is  not  in  a  good  temper  to-night,     (got*  to  cabinet.) 

Inez.  Oh,  miss !  If  that  should  prove  to  be  your  lover,  who  has  Us* 
covered  where  you  live. 

Isa.    Do  you  think  he  has,  Inez  } 


THE  DOCTOR   OP  ALCANTARA.  t 

linn.    Indeed  I  do. 

IJoct.  (standing  on  a  chair,  and  arranging  objects  in  cabinet.)  Inez,  wifl 
you  hand  me  the  flacon  on  yonder  table  ? 

Inez,  (paying  no  attention.)  Is  he  really  so  fine  and  gallant  a  younf 
senor  as  you  say  ? 

I8A.  Oh,  yes,  Inez.  Words  cannot  describe  his  many  perfections.  Oh, 
If  I  am  forced  into  this  marriage,  it  will  kill  me. 

Inez.    Then  don't  be  forced  into  it.     Kill  yourself  beforehand. 

Doct.  (as  before.)    Inez,  will  you  hand  me  that  flacon? 

Inez.  I  wouldn't  marry  a  man  I  didn't  love  for  all  the  parents  in  the 
world.  As  for  taxing  me  with  intrigue,  I  vow,  I  wouldn't  look  in  the  face 
of  a  young  man,  —  especially  if  there  wasn't  one  near  me.  (knock  heard  at 
door.) 

Doct.  (still  in  chair.)  I  believe  that  there  is  some  one  knocking  at  the 
door,  Inez. 

Inez.     We  all  have  our  troubles,  miss. 

Isa.    I  hope  you  and  Carlino  agree. 

Inez.  Oh,  yes,  miss.  We  agree  very  well,  but  we  are  not  good  friends 
There  is  a  miff  between  Carlino  and  myself,  which  forbids  an  approach  oi 
either  side,     (knock  heard  again.) 

Doct.  (aside.)  I  believe  she  hasn't  opened  the  door  yet.  I  had  better  d« 
it  myself.  (Exit  Doctor.) 

Isa.    What,  have  you  and  Carlino  quarrelled  ? 

Inez.  Yes,  miss !  He  came  into  money,  and  from  a  water-carrier  hat 
•spired  to  be  a  candy  merchant  with  two  mules.  The  monster  is  going  to  em 
up  his  inheritance  without  me.     Oh,  miss,  the  men  are  all  alike  ! 

Arietta.  —  Inez. 

When  a  lover  is  poor, 
He  can  truly  adore ; 
Then  his  sighs  and  his  vows  are  all  honest  and  true; 
He  calls  heaven  and  earth 
^  To  give  proof  of  his  worth ; 

g*       And  against  this  pray  tell  what  a  poor  maid  can  do. 
5*  go  But  let  fortune  once  smile, 

S-  §  And  his  love  is  all  guile ; 

I  "        No  more  dare  you  trust  to  a  word  he  can  say  : 
0  J;  For,  as  sure  as  you're  born, 

You  will  find  his  love  gone :  — 
Love  burdened  with  money  will  die  in  a  day ! 
2. 
On  their  knees  they  implore ; 
On  their  knees  they  adore ; 
T_  >-j       And  our  poor  little  hearts  are  soon  moved  to  helieva. 
»s  8  So  we  hear  their  appeal, 

"a  •?  For  their  anguish  we  feel, 

el  J*       But  they  win  our  compassion,  alas !  to  deceive. 
S'  a,  I  have  guarded  my  heart 

w*^  Against  Love's  cruel  dart; 

g        No  more  to  that  spot  can  his  barb  find  a  way  , 
W  And  I  warn  you,  take  heed 

Of  my  words  at  your  need ; 
Lore  burdened  with  money  will  die  in  a  day  t 

Duettino.  —  Inez  and  Isabella. 

ISA  Away,  despair !     Forever  vanish ; 

Brighter  dreams  shall  fill  my  heart. 
ffcOSfc  Sorrow  from  your  bosom  banish ; 

Bid  pale  Care  at  once  depart. 


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10  1HB   DOCTOR   OF   AliCANTARA. 

Isa.  Ah,  how  few  are  happy  moments ! 

Let  us  seize  them  while  we  may. 
Inez  Ah,  how  many  heart-deep  torments 

One  biright  moment  drives  away. 

Inez.     Alas,  yes,  miss !     Would  you  believe  it,  that  hateful  Carlino  ow 
tot  as  much  as  sent  me  a  paper  of  candies,  the  heretic  Saracen  that  he  i», 
{Enter  Doctor,  with  Febez  and  Sancho,  who  carry  a  large  basket.) 

Doct.    Inez ! 

Inez.     Doctor ! 

Doct.     There  is  something  for  you,  my  child. 

Inez.     For  me  ? 

Perez.     Yes,  for  you.     (winks  at  Inez,  and  stands  preternaturally  solemn.) 

Doct.     Yes,  these  men  have  brought  it. 

Perez.     Ay ! 

Sancho.     Yes.     {they  grimace  at  Inez  without  moving.') 

Isa.     Gracious  !     What  do  they  mean  ? 

Perez,  (poking  his  tongue  mysteriously  in  his  cheek.)    Inez  ! 

Sancho.  (chuckling  and  winking  his  eye.)     Inez !     Yes. 

Inez.     Well  ? 

Perez.     For  yon,  Inez.     This.     All  right.     Hush ! 

Inez.     What  is  it  ? 

Sancho.     Nothing.     A  bijou.     The  second  house  on  the  right  hand  side. 

Perez.     Yes.     Overlooking  the  river. 

Inez.     From  whom  does  it  come  ? 

Perez.     From  him.     For  you.     (winking  his  eye.) 

Sancho.     Confections.     It  is  a  little  bouquet  of  candies. 

Inez.     Candies.     Oh,  it  is  from  Carlino. 

Isa.  (sighing.)    Heigho  !     You  see  he  has  not  forgotten  you. 

Doct.     Who  is  this  Carlino,  Inez  ? 

Inez.     Why  —  Carlino.  — It  —  comes  from  Carlino. 

Doct.     Oh,  yes.     I  don't  know  who  Carlino  is,  but  I'm  glad  it's  from 
toim.     (to  Porters.)     Is  there  any  thing  more  ? 

Perez.     This  billet,     (shows  letter.) 

Doct.  (taking  letter.)     A  billet. 

Inez,  (seizing  letter  from  Doctor.)     Yes,  for  me.    Isabella,  read  it  for 
<ae.     (gives  it  to  Isabella.) 

Doct.     Yes,  my  child.     Do. 

Inez.     Any  thing  else  ? 

Perez.     No. 

Inez,  (taking  Doctor's  purse  from  his  pocket  and  throwing  it  to  Portbkr  ) 
Take  this,  and  go. 

Doct.     Haven't  you  mistaken  the  pocket,  Inez  ?     That  is  my  purse. 

Inez.     So  it  is !     Never  mind. 

Duettino.  —  Perez  and  Sancho. 

Hush !     All  right !     It  is  for  you. 

Here  we  have  no  more  to  do. 

Candies  —  open  it  and  see. 

Buenos  noches  !     He,  he,  he  !  —  (they  laugh  solemnly.) 

(Exeunt  Perez  and  Sancho.) 
Doct.    Those  are  very  strange  men.    There  is  some  mystery  here,  Inez. 
Inez.    I  think  so  too.     Let  us  open  the  basket. 
Isa.  (aside  to  Inez.)    This  billet  is  for  me. 
Inez.     Indeed  !     Retire  to  your  room  and  read  it. 
Doct.  (trying  to  open  lid  of  basket.)     What  can  it  be  i 
Isa.  (to  Inez.)    Come  with  me,  Inez,  while  I  read  it.    I  may  need  you! 
tdvice.  (going.) 
Doct.    Where  are  you  going  ? 


THE  DOCTOR  OP  ALCANTARA.  U 

1km.  I  heard  Donna  Lucrezia  call  us  :  we  will  return  instantly. 
Doot.  Do,  Inez.  I  am  quite  curious  to  know  what  Carlino  has  sent  you. 
{Exeunt  Inez  and  Isabella.)  What  the  deuce  can  be  in  the  basket  ?  What 
a  remarkably  unfeminine  female  Inez  is  1  She  has  no  curiosity.  Well,  I  am 
not  so  philosophical,  (tries  to  open  basket.)  It  won't  come  open.  Never 
mind.  When  she  returns  she  will  certainly  wish  to  see  the  contents ;  so  I'll 
go  and  get  a  knife  to  cut  the  fastenings.  What  can  w  be  ?  I  hope  it's  sau- 
sages flavored  with  garlic.  Inez  is  generous,  and  I  «»  very  fond  of  them. 
(Exit.)  (Carlos  lifts  the  lid  of  basket  and  look*  mrnmd.  lie  suddenly  cloeee 
it  again.) 

Aria. 
Carlos,  (getting  out         Love's  cruel  dart  V 

of  the  basket.)  Hath  to  my  heart  £9<P 

Its  passage  found      t£% 
It  spurns  control  ^p  * 

And  robes  my  soul  0  ^ 

In  grief  profound.  <*,&. 

Oh,  can  there  be  ^  ^ 

No  hope  for  me  <%> 

Her  smiles  to  gain ?  \>\ 

Oh,  mu6t  she  still  y  °~ 

My  bosom  fill,  «3j  ^ 

And  cold  remain  ?  %  *, 

The  feathered  throngs  ^i  * 

Whose  joyous  songs  -^  %, 

Float  through  the  grove,  ^  > 

Have  each  their  mate ;  o> 

But  'tis  my  fate  <^ 

In  vain  to  love.  •** 

Heigho ! 

Cut.  Ah,  some  one  comes !  Perhaps  it  is  she.  1  wil  conceal  myself 
again,  and  wait  the  auspicious  chance,  (lies  down  in  the  busket,  avf  closes 
the  lid.)  (Enter  Lucrezia.) 

Luo.  Inez  !  Inez  !  Where  has  the  minx  gone  ?  For  whom  ca  M  that 
serenade  have  been  ?  Heigho  !  I  feai  some  giddy  swain,  careless  or  his  life 
and  honor,  has  become  charmed  with  me,  and  thus  risks  both  the  one  and 
the  other.  Well,  well ;  though  I  condemn,  I  am  bound  to  pity  him.  Thank 
the  saints,  that  age  has  not  robbed  my  heart  of  its  purity  or  its  principles. 

Ballad. 
Leo.  There  was  a  knight,  as  I've  been  told. 

Lived  in  a  castle  strong  and  old, 

Its  strength  all  power  above : 
He  laughed  in  scorn  at  mortal  poww; 
But  once,  in  his  securest  hour, 

His  hold  was  stormed  by  Love. 
Tra,  la,  la  I 
Oh,  Knight  of  Alcantara, 
No  longer  waves  your  crest ; 
Your  sword  and  spurs  lie  rusting, 
Your  lance,  too,  is  at  rest. 

Tra,  la,  la! 
Gone  is  the  day  of  chivalry 
From  out  this  hapless  land ; 
Gone  is  the  day  when  ladye  fayre, 
With  fan  and  glove  in  hand, 
Could  win  her  gallant  chevalier 
To  dance  the  saraband,  (dances.) 


12  THE  DOCTOR  OP  ALCANTARA. 

My  heart  leaps  backward  with  the  strain, 
And,  oh,  I  feel  I'm  young  again. 
Oh  gay  and  gallant  chevalier, 
Who  never  knew  what  'twas  to  fear,  — 

Brave  Alcantara's  knight ;  — 
Alas  !  for  you  chivalrous  youth, 
Too  late  you  learned  the  sorry  truth : 
'Tis  vain  'gainst  Love  to  fight. 

Tra,  la,  la ! 
Where  can  that  young  man  have  gone  ?  Perhaps  he  has  drowned  himself  ia 
despair  at  my  coldness,  (sees  basket.)  What  is  this?  (raites  ltd.)  A  man  I 
What  do  you  want,  sir  ?  Don't  come  near  me,  or  I'll  scream.  Who  are  you  I 
Cab.  Senora  !  Hear  me  speak,  (coming  from  basket.) 
Luc,  I  won't.  Go  away.  Who  are  you  ?  What  do  y )u  want?  What 
m  your  business  here  ? 

Duo.  —  Carlos  and  Lv ckezia. 
Cab.  I  love,  I  love ! 

This  is  my  song  by  night  and  day. 
I  love,  I  love ! 

Oh,  nought  is  greater  than  Love's  sway  i 
I  love,  I  love. 

'Tis  delirium  extreme ; 
'Tis  a  phantasy  supreme ; 

'Tis  an  agony  capricious  ;  

And  a  sky-born  joy  delicious. 
I  love,  I  love. 
The  skies  above 
Do  not  the  sun  more  faithfully  obey 

Than  I  Love's  sway. 
By  night  and  day,  by  day  and  night, 
Here  in  my  heart  he  rules  by  might. 
I  love,  I  love. 
Lvo.  Why  in  this  basket  ? 

Cab.  Can  you  ask  it  ? 

While  Love  has  his  full  control, 
While  he  thus  doth  sway  my  soul  — — 

Lvo.    But 

Cab.  Oh,  pray  don't  interfere. 

I  have  told  you  why  I'm  here. 
Ltrc.    No,  indeed,  sir. 
Cab.  Is  that  so  ? 

Luc.  Yes,  and  I  at  once  must  know. 

Cab.  Listen  then.    Pay  all  attention : 

Why  I'm  here !     I  now  will  mention. 

1  love,  I  love  ! 
This  is  my  song  by  night  and  day: 

I  love,  I  love  ; 
Oh,  nought  is  harsher  than  Love's  sway. 

Ensemble. 
Lvo.  Poor  youth,  he's  doomed  to  lore  in  vmnif 

I  dare  not  ease  his  bosom's  pain. 
He  loves,  he  loves. 
Cab.  (affectedly.)       I  love,  I  love ; 
"lis  an  agony  delicious ; 
Tis  a  sky-born  joy  capricious. 
Lvo.  Pray  tell  me,  sir, 

The  story  of  your  woe. 


TOE  DOCTOB  OP  ALCANTARA.  IS 

Cab.  1  will,  I  will. 

'Tis  fit  that  you  should  know. 
Listen,  then.     Pay  all  attention ; 
Why  I'm  here  I  now  will  mention ; 
I  love,  I  love. 

Luo.  What  a  fine  young  cavalier!  Sir,  do  you  know  that  you  havt 
done  very  wrong  to  enter  here  ? 

Cab.  Yes,  Seiiora.  I  know  it,  but  I  am  a  tender  and  sweet  younj 
flower  of  nature,  whose  heart  is  a  bed  of  summer  roses,  wherein  the  hone] 
f  et  remains  ungathered. 

Luc.     Oh,  Senor,  how  beautiful  and  soft ! 

Car.  The  summer  clouds  flit  not  across  the  bosom  of  the  sky  with 
greater  lightness,  than  love  o'er  my  heart.  Oh,  Sefiora,  I  adore,  I  love,  I 
venerate,  I  worship  a  person  in  this  house.  You  will,  I  am  sure,  excuse  my 
delicacy,  when  I  forbear  to  mention  her  name.  You  may  easily  guess  who 
it  is,  when  I  tell  you  that  she  is  beautiful. 

Luc.  {crossing.)    Oh,  he  must  mean  me. 

Car.  (affectedly.)  The  honeysuckle  on  its  pendulous  stem,  the  little 
humming-bird  sipping  sweets  from  the  tender  flowers  under  the  golden  sky 
of  an  Italian  autumn,  are  not  more  chaste  and  tender  than  my  love. 

Luc.  Oh,  Senor,  I  must  not  listen  to  this  —  at  least  not  just  now.  You 
know  not  the  danger  you  run. 

Car.  Danger  ?  Who  would  harm  the  tender  butterfly  that  spreads  his 
tinted  wings  to  the  balmy  air  of  autumn  ?    No,  Seiiora. 

Luc.  I  beseech  you,  not  now.  Some  other  time- — some  other  place. 
Some  one  approaches.     Oh,  sir,  retire. 

Car.  What !  Into  that  basket  again  ?  Oh,  Seiiora  —  Senorita  —  Seiio- 
ritissima !  Ask  not  that.  All  the  saints  in  the  calendar,  and  the  aching 
bones  in  my  body,  cry  out  against  it.  Those  porters  were  very  kind  fellows, 
but  they  bumped  me  unmercifully.  I  love,  Seiiova.  Send  me  not  away  in 
despair.  Oh,  first  cut  my  throat  with  a  pearl-handled  penknife,  and  send 
my  bleeding  corpse  away,  a  sacrifice  to  my  overpowering  and  unhappy 
love. 

Luc.     Oh,  Senor  !     Should  my  husband  return .    Consider  —  get  in. 

Car.  {with  one  foot  in  basket.)  Why  do  you  give  me  so  cruel  an  alter- 
native ?  I  who  love  so  purely,  so  warmly,  so  divinely !  (getting  out  of  basket.) 
Seiiora,  have  you  ever  read  the  story  of  Prince  Camaralzaman  in  the  Arabian 
Nights  ? 

Luc.    If  you  delay  longer,  I'll  scream. 

Car.  Oh,  don't  scream.  The  delicate  organization  of  my  cloud-soaring 
bouI  will  not  allow  me  to  survive  it.  (gets  in  basket.) 

Luc.  (shutting  lid  on  him.)     Oh,  the  imprudent  young  man ! 

Car.  (rising  in  basket.)     But 

Luc.  (shutting  lid  on  him.)     Senor! 

Car.  (rising  again.)  Seiiora,  be  divinely  kind  enough  to  tell  the  porter* 
to  carry  me  right  side  up. 

Luc.     Yes,  Senor. 

Car.  And  pray  tell  them  not  to  shake  the  basket  too  much.  The 
points  of  the  willow  are  sharp,  and  puncture  me  in  a  very  uncomfortable 
manner. 

Luc.  (shutting  lid  violently.)  Yes!  Senor.  Oh,  what  a  flutter  I  am  in  !  I 
must  seek  the  porters,  and  get  him  out  of  the  house  as  soon  as  possible.    (Exit 

LUCREZIA ,) 

Car.  (getting  out  of  basket.)  What !  leave  the  house  without  having 
•een  her,  without  having  breathed  out  my  burning  soul  to  her  ?  Never ! 
What  shall  I  do  ?  That  is  a  very  nice  lady,  but  I  tremble  to  think  that  she 
is  neither  young  nor  handsome.  How  shall  I  remain  in  the  house  ?  Ah,  I 
have  it  (takes  up  a  book.)  What  is  this  ?  Plutarch  in  auarto  (throws  it  in 
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14  THE  DOCTOB  OP  ALCANTARA. 

basket.}  Seneca  in  folio,  (throws  in  another  book.)  Plato's  Philosophy,  (throws 
book  in.)  Galen,  (throws  book  in.)  Hippocrates,  (throws  book  in.)  Lopez  de 
"Vega,  in  twenty  volumes,  (throws  them  in.)  In  they  go.  (lifts  basket.)  It's 
hardly  heavy  enough,  (takes  up  books.)  Tragedies !  Ah !  they're  heavy 
enough,  (throws  in  a  number  of  books.)  That  will  do.  (closes  lid.)  Now  they 
may  take  that  away.  I'll  remain.  Where  shall  I  go  ?  (going.)  Where  doei 
this  lead  to  ?    I  will  explore.     (Exit  Carlos.) 

(Enter  Inez.) 
Inez.     The  Senora  is  not  here,  (advances  cautiously  and  looks  about.)    "Very 
good.     Now  I'll  take  a  peep  at  my  present.     Oh,  Carlino,  what  a  dear  littll 
fellow  you  are  !  (approaches  basket.) 

(Enter  Doctor,  with  knife.) 

Doct.    Inez ! 

Inez.     Santa  Maria  !     Who  is  it  ? 

Doct.     Only  me,  my  child.     What  are  you  about  to  do  ? 

Inez.  Examine  my  present.  I  was  afraid  the  Senora  would  be  angry,  and 
tto  I  am  going  to  look  at  it  on  the  sly. 

Doct.     Well,  I  am  quite  curious  to  know  what  you  have  there. 

Inez.     Perhaps  biscuits.     Oh,  mercy !     Footsteps  again. 

Doct.  It  is  Lucrezia.  It  will  never  do  for  her  to  see  this,  if  you  wish  to 
keep  your  place,  my  child.     Take  it  to  your  own  room. 

Inez,  (trying  to  lift  basket.)     I  can't.     Lend  me  a  hand. 

Doct.  Where  shall  we  take  it  ?  Inez,  eat  up  your  biscuits  at  once,  and 
then  we  can  get  the  basket  away  easily  enough. 

Inez.  No  !  Let  us  take  it  out  on  the  balcony,  until  the  Senora  is  out  of 
the  way. 

Doct.  Good  !  This  is  as  exciting  as  an  intrigue,  (lifts  one  end  of  basket.) 
Your  biscuits  are  heavy,  Inez. 

Inez,  (lifting  the  other  end.)     Yes.  (drops  the  basket  on  the  Doctor's  toes.) 

Doct.  Oh,  Inez!  —  Once  more.  All  right,  (they  take  the  basket  to  the 
balcony  and  rest  it  there.)  That  will  do.  Stay !  Let  me  steady  it.  (the 
Doctor,  in  trying  to  steady  it,  lets  it  fall  into  the  water.)  Oh,  it's  gone,  Inez. 
I'm  very  sorry. 

Inez.  Oh,  my  poor  biscuits.  How  could  you  be  so  careless  ?  I  declare. 
It  has  sunk. 

(Enter  Lucrezia.) 

Luc.    I  can't  find  the  porters  any  where,     (sees  Doctor.)  Ah,  my  husband. 

Inez,     (sobbing.)     My  poor  biscuits ! 

Ltrc.     My  dear,  I  thought  you  were  out  walking. 

Doct.     No,  I  shall  not  go  just  yet 

Luc.  (aside.)  Where  can  the  basket  be  ?  He  is  gone,  then.  Since  he  is 
safe,  I  will  make  a  true  woman's  merit  of  telling  her  husband  all,  whan  he 
•an't  revenge  himself,     (aloud.)    Husband  ! 

Doct.     Well,  wife. 

Luc.     Have  you  seen  any  thing  here  ? 

Doct.     No.     (aside.)     She  has  seen  the  basket,  and  misses  it. 

Luc.    Nothing  at  all  ? 

Doct.     Oh !     Yes !     No !     Certainly  not.    (confused.) 

Luc.    A  basket,  for  instance. 

Inez,  (aside.)     Now  for  another  storm. 

Doct.    Yes,  my  dear.     I  remember  a  basket.     Quite  a  trifle. 

Luc.    Did  you  see  what  was  in  it  ? 

Doct.     No.     (aside  to  Inez.)    You  had  better  tell  her  all,  Inez. 

Inez.    It  was  a  little  present  of  candies  for  me. 

Luc.    Husband,  there  was  a  man  in  it. 

Doct.  (staggering  back  overwhelmed.)     What ! 

Inez,  (fainting  against  Doctor.)    A  man  ! 

Luc.    Yes,  a  man,  who  took  this  means  of  entering  the  house,  and  of 


THE  DOCTOR  OP  ALCANTARA.  15 

making  audacious  proposals  of  love  to  me ;  but  1  scorned  his  offers,  and  left 
the  room  in  search  of  you,  that  you  might  avenge  the  insult.    Is  he  gone  } 

Doct.  (stupefied.)     I  should  say  no  w«»*  1 

Inez,  (aside.)     Perhaps  it  was  Carlino  nimself. 

Doct.     You  must  be  mistaken,  wife. 

Luc.  I  tell  you,  I  spoke  to  him  —  on  this  spot,  not  ten  minutes  tgct 
and  left  him  here  in  the  basket.    He  must  have  been  conveyed  out  again. 

Doct.    Yes,  decidedly. 

Inez.     He'll  not  be  conveyed  out  again,  in  a  hurry. 

(Enter  Isabella..) 

Isa.  Inez!  (aside  to  Inez.)  That  note.  Ha,  ha!  I  have  read  it.  It 
was  for  me,  and  from  him. 

Inez.    Whom  ? 

Isa.    My  cavalier.    He  is  here. 

Inez.    What,  in  the  house  ? 

Isa.    Yes.    He  was  conveyed  hither  in  that  basket. 

Inez,  (with  horror.)     What! 

Isa.  (to  Inez.)    It  was  he  who  was  on  the  water. 

Inez,  (aside.)    He's  in  the  water  now. 

Luc.  Well,  do  you  free  me  from  all  suspicion?  I  don't  think  he  «B 
have  the  impudence  to  make  another  visit. 

Doct.    I  don't  think  he  will. 

Inez,  (shuddering.)     I  hope  not. 

Luc.    Come,  Isabella,     (crosses.)    How  could  he  have  got  out  ? 

Isa.     But,  ma,  I  don't  want  to  go. 

Luc.    Come  along,  miss.    I  have  something  to  say  to  you. 

(Exit  Lucrezia,  pulling/  Isabella.) 

Dgct.  (to  Inez.)  Look  out  of  the  window.  I  dare  not.  Perhaps  he  ■ 
■wimming  in  the  basket.     It  was  very  large. 

Inez,  (looking  out.)     No.     There  is  nothing.     He  is  gone. 

Doct.  (nervously.)     He  ?    Who  ?    Pooh  !     Do  you  believe  it  was  a  man  i 

Inez.     I  know  it  was.     Oh,  Doctor,  we  are  murderers. 

Doct.     What  do  you  mean  ?     You  threw  him  out.     It  was  your  present. 

Inez.     No,  Senor  Doctor.     You  threw  him  out. 

Doct.    Don't  be  so  positive.     I  won't  inform  against  you. 

Inez.     Oh,  if  we  should  be  found  out ! 

Doct.  My  blood  runs  cold  at  the  very  suggestion,  (the  rattling  of  oat 
(anets  heard  outside.) 

Inez.     What  is  that?     (starting  with  fear.) 

Doct.    It  sounds  like  the  rattling  of  a  dead  man's  bones. 

Inez.     Oh,  don't  talk  so,  Doctor.    It  is  only  some  street  dancers. 

Doct.  Why  do  people  dance  ?  He  can't  dance.  His  dancing  days  at* 
over. 

Inez.    Pm  afraid  yours  are  not,  Doctor. 

Doct.    What  do  you  mean  ? 

Inez.  Doctor,  I  am  afraid  your  last  act  in  life  will  be  something  akin  to 
•  dance,  without  any  floor  to  step  on. 

Doct.    Wretched  girl ! 

Inez,  (going  to  balcony  and  looking  out.)  Ah  !  (screams.)  Mercy,  murder ! 
I  can  swear  I  saw  the  basket  bobbing  up  and  down  in  the  water,  as  though 
there  were  a  human  being  kicking  inside  to  get  out,  and  couldn't.    Ah  ! 

Doct.  (putting  his  hand  over  her  mouth.)  Be  quiet,  Inez.  You  make  ma 
feel  strangely  uncomfortable.     Don't  scream.     You'll  alarm  the  night  watch. 

Inez.     But,  Doctor •  Ifeel  I  am  going  to  scream  again.     Ah!   (screams.) 

Stop  my  mouth. 

Doct.  (stopping  her  mouth.)  I  tell  you  that  you'll  a'arm  the  night  watch, 
if  you  haven't  done  so  already.    Hark  i 


16  THE  DOCTOR   OF  ALCANTARA 

Doot.    Inez. 

Inez.  Doctor. 

Doct.  Hush ! 

Inez.  I'm  dumb. 

Doct.    The  awful  night  watch  this  way  come. 

They  heard  your  screams. 
Inez,    (going  nervously.)  I  think  Til  go. 

Doct.     You're  doomed,     (seizing  her  arm  solemnly.') 
Inez.  And  you  too. 

Doct.    (uneasily.)  Don't  say  so. 

Inez.      Our  doom  is  sealed,  as  sure  as  fate, 

We  cannot  fly.     It  is  too  late. 

(Enter  Isabella.) 
Isa.        What  meant  those  screams  I  heard  but  now  } 
Doct.    You're  always  kicking  up  a  row.      (to  Inez.) 
Inez.      I  couldn't  help  it.     (to  Doctor.) 
Isa.    (crossing.)  Ah !  that  sound. 

The  night  watch  marches  on  its  round. 

They  come  this  way. 

(Enter  Lttcbezia.) 
Lro.  What  meant  that  cry 

But  now  upon  the  balcony  ? 

Ensemble. 
Leo.    Isa.    They  seem  afraid  Doct.    Inez.    Oh  luckless  jade, 

Of  what  I  said.  We  are  betrayed. 

(The  march  grows  louder,  and  the  tramp  is  heard  outside.     Lucrezia 
and  Isabella  look  out  of  window.) 
Doct.  (to  Inez.)  They  heard  your  cry, 
Inez.  It's  all  good  by. 

What  shall  we  say  ? 
Doct.  (angrily.)    You  fool ! 
Inez,  (pertly?)  Heyday! 

(By  this  time  the  tramp  has  become  very  loud,  and  three  heavy  knocks  are 
heard  at  door.  The  Doctor  and  Inez  are  paralyzed.  A  short 
silence.) 

Ensemblb. 
They're  at  the  door. 
(Three  more  loud  knocks  heard.    At  the  sound  Doctor  and  Inez  rush 
across,  leaving  Isabella  and  Lucrezia.) 
Pomposo  and  Guards,  (outside.) 

Open,  in  the  name  of  the  king. 
Doct.  Go,  Inez,  go. 

Inez.  I  thank  you.    No. 

Luc.  I'm  sure  there's  something  wrong: — 

Isa.  I'll  find  it  out  ere  long.  (Exeunt  Luc.  and  Isa.) 

'JET]  I  tremble! 

(Enter  IjVCKEzia.,  followed  by  Pomposo,  the  night  watch,  and  neighbors. 
Pomp  The  Doctor  Paracelsus. 

Doct  I  am  he. 

Why  are  you  here  ?  What  do  you  want  with  me  } 
Pomp  I'm  Don  Hypolito  Lopez  Pomposo 

Antonio  Ricardo  Doloroso, 
A  true  and  faithful  servant  of  the  law. 
Whv  did  vou  keep  me  knocking  at  your  door  } 


THE  DOCTOB  OP  ALCANTARA.  ft 

Doct.  Why  did  you  keep  him,  Inez  ? 

Inlz.  I  don't  know, 

(to  Pomp.)    But  now  you're  here,  I  think  you'd  better  go. 
Pomp.  Silence,  all '   attend  to  me. 

But  now,  upon  your  balcony 
I  heard  a  loud  and  deadly  scream. 
Doct.  That  balcony  —  you  surely  dream. 

Luc.  No,  he  does  not.    I  heard  it  too. 

(sa.  And  I. 

Doct.  (aside.)       The  deuce  !    What  shall  I  do  ? 

(aloud.)        The  fact  is,  that  there  was  a  cat. 
liuc.  No,  no  !     Come,  Doctor,  none  of  that. 

I  heard  a  scream. 

Omnes. 

And  I!    And  I! 
Doct.  The  devil !    Do  you  think  I'd  lie  i 

Ensemble. 
Tomp.,  Luc,  Isa.,  and  Coro.  Doct.  andlnm. 

A  cry  of  pain  I  tell  you,  no ;  ) 

Was  very  plain,  It  was  not  w    J 

And  what  it  meant  we  all  must  know. 
At  once  speak  out ;  — 
Resolve  our  doubt ;  — 
Before  from  hence  we  go. 
4omp.     Silence !     Silence  !     Silence ! 

I'm  Don  Hypolito  Lopez  Pomposo 
Antonio  Ricardo  Doloroso. 
Explain  to  me  the  meaning  of  that  cry 
I  heard  but  now  upon  the  balcony. 
No  hesitation,  altercation, 
Speculation,  disputation, 
Botheration,  conversation, 
Lying  or  prevarication. 

Coro. 
Yes.    Explain.    Explain. 
Pom*       Silence ! 

Inez.       To  you,  Hypolito  Lopez  Pomposo 
Antonio  Ricardo  Doloroso, 
I  will  explain  the  meaning  of  that  cry 
You  heard  but  now  upon  the  balcony. 
Know,  then,  'twas  I. 

Coro. 
'Twas  you :  but  why  ? 
Ins.  (mj  Seriously.)     I  wandered  there 

To  take  the  air, 
And  in  the  moonbeams,  waking,  dream 

While  thus  entranced, 

My  eye  I  glanced 
Upon  the  water's  quivering  gleam, 

And  there  beheld 

A  stranger  felled, 
And  plunged  by  ruffians  in  the  stream- 

I  saw  no  more, 

But,  trembling  o'er, 
I  gave  that  wild  and  piercing  scream. 


18  THE  DOCTOR  OF  ALCANTARA. 

Omnes. 

Oh,  horror  !     (they  all  rush  to  the  window.) 
Doct.  (to  Inez.)     The  deuce  !     What  is  it  that  you  bay  i 
Inez,  (to  Doct.)     Suspicion  thus  I  turn  away. 
Pomp,  (coming  forward.)     I  fancied  something  of  the  sort 

When  first  I  heard  you  eveam, 

And  bade  a  couple  of  my  men 

To  drag  within  the  stream. 
(Enter  two  Porters  with  the  basket.) 
Porters.     We  could  find  nothing  else  than  this. 
Doct.  and  Inez.     That  basket? 
Luc.  and  Isa.  Something  is  amiss. 

Ensemble. 
Doct.  and  Inez.  Luc,  Isa.,  Pomp.,  and  Cora. 

Away,  away !  Away,  away  ! 

There's  nothing  wrong.  There's  something  wrong. 

Indeed  you'll  find  We'll  learn  the  mystery  ere  long. 

It  out  ere  long.  Away,  away ! 

Away,  away ! 
,As  the  curtain  falls,  Pomposo  prepares  to  depart.     The  Doctor  and  Inez  look 
nervously  at  each  other,  and  then  point  to  the  basket.     Isabella  and  Lucrezia 
watch  them.) 

ACT  II. 

(Same  scene  as  before.     Isabella  alone.     Enter  Doc.) 
(Scena  and  Bolero.) 
(Song  "  Ah,  woe  is  me  !  "  &c.     See  Appendix.) 
Doct.     Oh,  Inez,  why  did  you  throw  him  out? 
Inez.     Oh,  Doctor,  why  did  you  throw  him  out  ? 

Doct.     We  are  all  thrown  out  through  it.     Poor  young  man,  he  must  tM 
very  wet.     (they  go  up  to  window  and  look  out.) 
(Enter  Carlos.) 
Car.     I  cannot  stand  solitude  any  longer.     It  is  impossible  to  conceal 
myself  forever.     There  is  a  gentleman  yonder.     I  will  speak  to  him,  and 
declare  my  love. 

Terzetto.  —  Doctor,  Carlos,  and  Inez. 
(During  the  ritorneUo  Carlos  approaches  the  Doctor,  and  at  the  end 
taps  him  on  the  shoulder.) 
Car.  (bowing politely.)     Senor  I 
Doct.  (frightened.)  Senor ! 

Inez,  (frightened.)  Senor ! 

Car.     (bowing  again.)  Senor  I 

Doct.  (aside.)    How  the  devil  came  he  here  ? 
Car.  (aside.)       How  he  stares  at  me  !     Oh,  dear. 
Can  he  my  charmer's  father  be  i 
He  looks  quite  sour.     It  must  be  he. 
Senor.  (bowing  again.) 
Doct.  (grimly.)  Senor  I 
Inez,  (coldly.)  Senor ! 

Car.  Senor ! 

Doct.  (provoked^  Senor! 

Car.  (afraid.)  I  dare  not  now  explain. 

(to  Doct.)    I'd  better  call  again. 
Doct.  Good  night,  Senor.     Some  other  day. 

Inez.  Good  night,  Senor.  (yawn$.) 


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19 


Inez.    ) 
Doot.  > 


Cab.  (aside.)  Shall  I  away? 

'Twere  best  at  once  to  speak  my  mind  , 

Such  chance  I  ne'er  again  may  find. 

What  means  your  presence  here  ?    Speak  out  ( 

Your  honesty  admits  of  doubt. 

What  do  you  here  this  time  of  day  ? 

Are  your  intentions  honest  r     Say. 
Cab.  (meekly.')  Yes. 

Inez.   \  Ye8? 

Cab.  (with  affectation.')  All  noble  hearts  aspire 

To  one  sole  aim,  one  bright  desire. 

My  heart  is  torn 

By  beauty's  eye. 

Love  in  my  heart 

Can  never  die. 
This  very  night,  Seiior,  I've  seen  — — 

Doct.  Ah,  Inez  ! 

Inez.  Oh,  what  can  he  mear  * 

Doct.  Inez,  if  he  should  prove  a  spy  — ^ 

Inez.  Should  it  be  so,  oh  life,  good  by. 

Doct.  and  Inez.  Ensemble. 

I  wonder  who  Carlos.  How  strangely  do 

This  man  can  be  ?  They  glance  at  me  1 

His  presence  sorely  troubles  me.        They  full  of  trouble  seem  to 

Inez.     Seiior,  still  you  do  not  say 
Why  you're  here. 


Cab. 


(fugarly.) 


Doct. 
Inez. 

Cab.  (enthusiasts 
colly.) 


(confused?) 
Doct.  (confused.) 
Inez,  (frightened.) 
Cab.  (childishly.)      What? 
Doct.  (terrified.) 
Inez,  (trembling.) 
Doct.  (in  agony.)     Where? 
Inez,  (same.) 
Cab.  (foolishly.) 
Doct. 


One  moment,  pray. 
The  evening  air  was  soft ; 
The  sky  was  calm  above ; 
I  raised  my  eyes  aloft, 
And  gave  my  thoughts  to  love. 
I  gazed  upon  the  moon, 
And  fondly  dreamed  of  bliss, 
While  gratefully  the  air 
Spread  o'er  my  brow  its  kiss. 
'Twas  at  this  time 
The  evening  chime 
Stole  on  my  listening  ear. 

The  tender  sheep 
Had  gone  to  sleep 
And  not  a  soul  was  near. 
It  seems,  Seiior,  you  are  a  fool. 
What  means  this  silly  ridicule  ? 
Beneath  your  window  in  my  boat 
I  sat  with  pensive  mien, 
When  such  a  sight  burst  on  my  eyo— 
Burst  on  my  eye  • 


What? 


His  eye! 


What? 


Where? 


Where? 


What  have  yea  seen  I 


There  i 


Upon  that  balcon "\ 


20 


THE   DOCTOR   OF  ALCANTARA. 


Ihbz.  Oh,  heaven ! 

Oh !     Did  he  see  ? 
(to  Door.)  We're  lost.     Our  tale  of  life  is  told. 

Doct.  Be  quiet.     You  make  my  blood  run  cold. 

Cab.  (with  aplomb.)  I  trunk  I  have  impressed  them  well. 

The  rest  I  now  will  quickly  tell. 

Ensemble. 
Doct.,  Inez.  I  wonder  who  Carlos.   How  strangely  do 

This  man  can  be ;  They  glance  at  me ; 

His  presence  sorely  troubles  me.      They  full  of  trouble  seem  to  !m 

Inez,  (solemnly.)  Doctor,  t's  all  a  plan, 
(crosses  to  the  Doc-    I  see  the  artifice ! 

This  honey- worded  man 

Is  an  agent  of  police  ! 

(Doctor  and  Inez  are  overcome  with  fear.} 

They  eye  me  so 

I  think  I'll  go  !     (going.) 
Doct.  (running  across  and  barring  his  wag.) 

Senor,  here  you  must  repose  — 

Senor,  here  you  must  repose. 

Who  vou  are  we  now  suspect. 
Eh 

Yes,  your  purpose  we  detect. 

Pray,  kind  people,  let  me  go. 

I  didn't  mean  to.    Won't  you  ? 


tor,  and  leads 
him  to  n.) 

Car.  (timidly.) 


Inez. 

Doct. 

Car. 

Inez. 

Car. 


Inez. 

Car. 
Inez. 
Car, 


(sobbing.) 
(childishly.) 


No! 

No,  no,  no  !     You  cannot  pass  ! 
Let  me  change  my  pretty  clothes !    • 
Senor,  here  you  must  repose ! 
Oh,  Senor,  Senor,  alas ! 
For  a  moment  cease  your  rigor. 
Can  you  harm  this  pretty  figure  ? 
You  cannot  revenge  invoke 
On  my  pretty  tinselled  cloak. 
I  am  not  a  thief,  believe  me. 
Really,  sir,  I  don't  deceive  y*. 
A  noble  Senor  is  my  pa ; 
A  noble  lady  is  my  ma ; 
Myself  am  not  unknown  to  fame, 
And,  Senor,  Carlos  is  my  name. 
Carlos !  Carlos !  Carlos !     (in  an  infantile  voice.) 
v/arlos  1     (surprised.) 

Carlos !     (childishly.) 

Carlos !     (puzzled.) 

Carlos !     (simpering.) 
And  you  really  Carlos  are  ? 
The  son  of  Senor  Balthazar. 
Balthazar  1     (astonished.) 
Balthazar ! 

Balthazar ! 

Balthazar. 


Doct. 

Car. 

Inez. 

Car. 

Doct. 

Car. 

Doct. 

Inez. 

Omneb. 

Car.  (sugarly.) 

Ensemble,  (concerted  a  Fespagnol.) 

C4&.    So  odd  a  house  Doct.  and  Inez.   To  give  offence 

I  ne'er  have  seen.  We  did  not  mean ; 

This  sudden  change  —  Had  we  known  you, 

What  can  it  mean  ?  It  ne'er  had  been. 


Because  I'm  Carlos  ? 


Oh,  Senor  Carlo*. 


THE  DOCTOR  OP  ALCANTABA.  21 

Imu.     Oh,  Sefior,  we  pray  that  you  will  remain  with  us. 

Doct.     Yes,  and  accept  our  excuses. 

Car.    What  does  this  sudden  change  mean  ? 

Inez.     Why  that  severe  look  ? 

Cab.  (simpering.)    Excuse  me,  it  was  only  a  smile. 

Doct.  (forcing  him  into  chair.)     Sit  down,  sir,  I  beg. 

Car.  (rising.)     But,  Seiior 

Inez.  Oh,  don't  rise.  We  really  can't  allow  you  to  stand,  (pushes  him 
into  a  chair.) 

Doct.  (eagerly.)    What  refreshment  will  you  take  r    Some  ake  r 

Inez.    Wine  ? 

Doct.    Ice  ? 

Inez.     Bananas  ?    Plums  ? 

Doct.    Peaches? 

Inez.     Cordial  ? 

Doct.    Maraschino  ? 

Inez.     Lachryma  Christi  ? 

Doct.     Money  ? 

Inez.     His  bed  ? 

Doct.    My  daughter  ? 

Inez.    His  wife  ? 

Doct.     My  horses  ? 

Inez.    His  carriage  ? 

Doct.     My  life  blood  ? 

Car.  (terrified.)  What  does  this  all  mean  ?  (looks  with  a  siUy  air  about 
the  room.) 

Doct.  (aside  to  Inez.)    It  is  Carlos  ! 

Inez,  (to  Doct.)    I  was  afraid  it  was  a  police  spy  !     Oh,  I  am  so  happy. 

Doct.  (to  Inez.)  So  am  I.  But  he  spoke  of  the  balcony.  I  am  not  yet 
certain  of  him.  Look,  how  he  stares  !  I  will  pump  him.  (aloud.)  Well, 
my  young  friend.     You  have  appeared  in  quite  an  unexpected  manner. 

Car.     Yes,  sir.     The  beautiful  stars  of  eve 

Doct.  Yes.  I  believe  you  said  so  before.  Ha,  ha !  (Imighs  uneasily.) 
I  believe  you  said  —  ha,  ha !  —  that  you  were  on  the  water  under  the  bal- 
cony  

Car.  Oh,  yes,  sir.  The  flowing  stream  meandered  on  its  peaceful  way. 
The  tender  flowers  had  sunk  to  rest,  and 

Doct.     Grace,  for  the  love  of  the  saints !    Tell  us  what  you  saw. 

Car.  (silly.)     Saw ! 

Inez.    When  the  Doctor  says  saw,  he  means,  in  fact  —  saw  ! 

Car.  (smilmg  politely.)  Ah  !  Now  I  understand.  The  vision  of  bright- 
ness stepped  on  the  balcony 

Inez.    That  was  I. 

Car.  I  have  seen  nothing  else,  on  my  honor.  If  any  thing  transpired 
there  that  I  ought  not  to  have  seen 

Doct.  But  there  didn't,  (aside.)  I  still  suspect  him.  (aloud.)  What 
refreshment  will  you  take,  Senor  ?    Take  some  wine  ? 

Car.  Oh,  sir!  (simpering.)  Any  thirg.  No,  sir!  Nothing!  I — 
(effeminately.)  never  drink ! 

Inez.     What !     Not  water ! 

Car.  No.  That  is,  sometimes.  I  live  upon  the  tender  dew  that  Love 
distils  from  the  rose  leaves.     Love  is  my  food,  love  is  my  drink        ■ 

Doct.     Of  course.    Inez,  get  him  a  carafe  of  love. 

Car.  (aside.)  How  strangely  he  acts !  Who  can  he  be  !  He  seemed  to 
know  my  father's  name. 

Doct.     You  really  must  take  some  wine  with  me. 

Cab.  Well,  if  I  must  —  let  it  be  water.  Oh,  I  love  water.  Water  1 
Sparkling  water  !  Oh,  divine  liquor.  One  looks  at  water  —  Tails  on  watel 
—  swims  in  water  —— 


22  THE  DOCTOR  OP  ALCANTA3A. 

Inez.     Yes,  and  washes  in  water  ! 

Cab.    Yes.     Of  course  —  that  is  —  sometimes,     (confused.) 

Doct.  Inez,  get  me  that  flagon  of  wine  in  the  closet.  Be  careful,  and 
bring  the  right  one.  And,  Inez,  glasses.  (Inez  gets  glasses  from  closet,  fills 
one  from  flagon,  ana  offers  it  to  Carlos  on  tray.) 

Car.     Thank  you.     (tastes  it.)     Bah  1     (distastefully.) 

Doct.     What  is  the  matter  f 

Car.    Nothing,     (with  politeness  and  stupidity.)    What  do  you  call  this? 

Doct.     Lachryma  Christi. 

•  Jar.  Yes.  It  is  fine  —  splendid.  Thank  you.  (drinks  and  is  disgusted, 
hit  tries  to  smile  to  Doctor  with  politeness.) 

Doct.    Inez,  bring  me  a  glassful  also. 

Inez.     Yes,  Senor.     (gives  him  wine.) 

Doct.  (about  to  drink.)     Carambo  !     What  is  this  ? 

Inez.     Wine,  sir. 

Doct.     Show  me  the  bottle.     (Carlos  yattms  and  is  in  pain.) 

Inez.     There,  Senor  !     (shows  bottle.) 

Doct.  The  devil !  Have  you  given  him  this  ?  It  is  my  medicine.  1 
made  it  too  strong,  and  it's  poison. 

Car.  I  wonder  how  you  can  like  such  bitter  wine.  It  isn't  —  very— 
nice.     I  feel  very  sleepy.     What  —  funny  —  wine !     (falls  in  arm  chair.) 

Doct.     Wretched  girl,  you  have  done  another  murder. 

Inez.     After  all,  sir,  it  is  only  medicine. 

Doct.     Yes,  but  I  intended  it  for  my  patients,  not  for  my  friends. 

Car.     Yes.     (yawns.)     My  father  !  —  kind  man  !  —  funny  wine. 

Doct.    (with  sublime  composure.)    He  is  dying.    We  are  again  accomplices. 

Car.     Oh,  dear !     (sleeps.) 

Inez.     Gone  ? 

Doct.    Dead ! 

Inez.     Very  dead  ? 

Doct.    Fortissimo  dead.    It  wo  did  have  killed  an  elephant  or  an  alderman. 

Inez.     Oh,  heavens !     Two  murders  in  a  night !     What  is  to  be  done  ? 

Doct.     We  must  cut  the  body  up,  and  take  it  away  piecemeal. 

Inez.     Let's  fling  it  into  the  water. 

Doct.  No,  wretched  girl.  It  would  poison  all  the  fish.  We  have  crimes 
tnough  on  our  heads.     Inez  ! 

Inez.     Yes !    Senor  Doctor. 

Doct.    You  are  a  murderess  ! 

Inez.    Yes,  Doctor.     So  are  you. 

Doct.    Inez ! 

Inez.     Yes,  Doctor.     (Doctor  locks  doors.) 

Doct.    We  are  both  murderers ! 

Inez.    Yes,  Senor  Doctor. 

Doct.    Inez ! 

Inez.     Yes,  Doctor. 

Doct.  We  6hall  be  hung  if  we  are  discovered.  I  have  always  been  a 
kind  master  to  you.  Since  you  have  the  crimes  on  your  mind,  you  might  as 
well  take  the  blame  of  both.  Be  hung  without  me,  and  merit  my  eternal 
gratitude  ! 

Inez.    Doctor,  I  was  about  to  ask  you  to  do  the  same  thing  for  me. 

Doct.     Oh,  dear  !     I  feel  very  cold. 

Inez.  How  must  he  feel !  Oh,  St.  Peter,  have  mercy  on  us !  Let  us  bida 
the  body  for  the  present.    Where  shall  we  conceal  it  ? 

Doct.  I  don't  know.  The  deuce !  What  do  dead  bodies  mean  by  tres- 
passing on  my  house  in  this  way  ?    Here,  put  it  in  this  sofa  bed.  (opens  sofa.) 

Inez.     Yes.     Be  quick.     Help  me. 

Doct.    I  d  jn't  like  to  touch  him  —  I  mean  it !  —  Do  you  put  St  in  alone. 

Inez.    I  can't.     I  won't.     Oh,  dear  1     I'm  getting  faint. 

Luc.  (knock*  at  door.)    Doctor ! 


THE  DOCTOR  OP  ALCANTARA.  28 

Door.    Oh,  mercy ! 

Inez.     We  are  lost ! 

Luc.  (outside.)  My  dear,  some  one  wants  to  see  you.  He  his  been 
knocking  at  the  door  for  some  time,  (hud  knock.) 

Inez.     It  is  your  wife.     Should  she  see  the  body !  — — 

Doct.  (gloomily.)     She  must  perish  too. 

Luc.  (outside.)    I  think  it  is  Senor  Balthazar. 

Inez.     His  —  I  mean  its  father. 

Doct.    Father  !     Oh,  he  must  die  also.    What  brings  him  here  ? 

Luc.  (outside.)     Open  the  door  ! 

Doct.  Yes  J  Quick,  Inez,  (theyplace  Car  hs' body  inthe sofa,  and chse  the  lid.) 

Inez.  Oh,  mercy  on  us  !  We  are  lost,  (opens  door,  and  admits  Lucrezia, 
with  candle.) 

Doct.    I'm  coming,  (unlocks  door,  and  admits  Senor  Balthazar.) 

(Isabella  enters.) 

Balthazar,  (to  Doct.)  Ah,  my  old  friend !  Delighted  to  see  you.  Give 
us  your  hand,  (shakes  Doctor's  hand.)    Why,  how  cold  your  hand  is  ! 

Doct.     Yes  !     I've  got  a  cold. 

Bal.     Ah !     I  thought  I'd  take  you  by  surprise. 

Doct.  I'm  cursed  if  you  haven't.  Welcome,  my  friend !  How  —  how 
arc  all  your  family  ? 

Bal.     Happily  they  are  all  well,  (sits  on  sofa.) 

Doct.  Oh,  murder  !  (aside.)  He  little  knows  what  the  padding  of  that 
sofa  is  made  of. 

Bal.  My  son  hasn't  been  home  for  some  two  or  three  days.  But  that  ia 
nothing. 

Doct.  Of  course  not.  I  —  I  —  wouldn't  feel  troubled  if  he  didn't  come 
home  for  two  or  three  more,  if  I  were  you.     He  is  all  right. 

Bal.  Of  course.  It  doesn't  trouble  me  at  all.  I  have  just  arrived  in 
Alcantara  from  home.  I  came  down  to  see  you  in  order  to  settle  about  the 
marriage  of  which  we  have  spoken  so  often. 

Doct.     Yes  —  of  course.- 

Isa.  (aside.)     I  won't  wed  ms  son,  I'm  determined. 

Bal.  I  expect  my  son  here  in  the  morning.  I  left  word  to  that  effect  fo» 
him,  at  the  hotel,  where  I  knew  he  has  been  staying. 

Doct.  (aside.)    Inez ! 

Inez,  (aside.)    Doctor ! 

Bal.     I  suppose  I  can  have  a  bed  here  for  the  night.     Eh,  old  friend  ? 

Doct.     Oh,  yes.     Of  course. 

Luc.    Inez,  have  a  bed  aired  for  Senor  Balthazar. 

Inez.    There  is  not  a  bed  ready  in  the  house. 

Luc.  True  !  I  had  forgot.  Well,  he  can  manage  to  sleep  in  this  room 
for  the  night.     We  will  make  all  right  to-morrow. 

Doct.  (aside.)     In  this  room  ! 

Bal.  Oh,  yes  !  Any  where  will  do  for  me.  Don't  let  me  give  you  any 
trouble. 

Luc.     The  Senor  must  be  fatigued.    Inez,  some  wine  1 

Doct.     No.     No  wine,  Inez. 

Bal.    Why  not  ? 

Doct.    The  —  fact  —  is  —  I  have  drunk  it  all.    Ha,  ha ! 

Bal.    Ha,  ha !     Well,  a  little  morsel  of  supper. 

Luc.  How  provoking,  to  think  that  of  all  nights  in  the  year,  we  should 
Dave  an  empty  larder  to-night ! 

Bal.  Well,  well !  Never  mind.  I  know  it  is  late.  It  doesn't  matter 
r  1  take  up  my  bed  on  this  sofa,  and  wait  till  the  morning. 

Inez,  (with  horror.)    Eh  ? 

Doct.  (aside,')    On  the  top  of  his  own  son  I 


24  THE   DOCTOR  OP  ALCANTARA. 

Bal.  What  the  deuce  ails  them  all  i  They  look  as  if  they  were  going  to 
in  auto-da-fe. 

Luc.  (aside.)    I  wonder  where  that  young  man  can  be  ? 

Doct.     No,  no,  Serior  !     Not  on  that  sofa !     Really !  — — 

Bal.     Nonsense  !     No  ceremony.    How  strangely  you  all  act ! 

Inez,  (aside  to  Doct.)  Oh,  think  of  his  making  an  unhappy  sandwich  of 
his  own  son ! 

Doct.  (aside,  tragically.')    It  is  Providence — Fatality! 

Luc.  Well,  then,  Senor,  apologizing  for  our  apparent  neglect,  we  bid  you 
good  night.     In  the  morning  I  hope  we  shall  be  able  to  atone  for  it. 

Doct.  (to  Inez.)  When  he  sleeps,  we  must  come  here  with  a  pair  of 
shears,  and  exit  the  body  from  under  him. 

Inez,  (aside.)     Should  he  wake  — 

Doct.  (aside.)    He  dies ! 

Isa.  (aside.)  Oh,  why  did  he  come  at  such  an  unhappy  time?  I  hi  to 
him,  as  I  hate  his  son  whom  I  have  never  seen  ! 

Bal.     Well,  friend,  I'll  not  detain  you  any  longer.     Good  night. 

Quartette.  —  Doct.,  Inez,  Luc,  and  Iba. 
Luc.  (with  candle  in  her  hand.) 

Ah  !  Senor  Balthazar  ! 
Pleasant  dreams,  and  slumbers  light, 
Be  your  happy  lot  to-night. 
Of  gloomy  nightmares  have  no  fear : 
Ghosts  or  demons  lurk  not  here 

They  will  not  your  slumbers  mar  I 

Good  night,  Senor  Balthazar. 
Inez,  (same.) 

Ah,  Senor  Balthazar ! 
May  no  blood-stained  corpse  affright  you  • 
But  may  angels'  songs  delight  you. 
May  no  cold  or  glassy  eye, 
Moans  or  screams  of  agony, 
Ghosts  or  fiends  your  slumbers  mar ! 

Good  night,  Senor  Balthazar. 
Isa.  (same.) 

Ah  !  Senor  Balthazar ! 
Murderers  dark  and  robbers  bold 
Spare  your  life  and  take  your  gold. 
As  you  here  all  helpless  lie, 
May  each  bad  thing  pass  you  by. 

May  no  dreams  your  slumbers  mat  t 

Good  night,  Senor  Balthazar. 
Doct.  (same.) 

Ah,  Senor  Balthazar ! 
Pay  no  heed  to  ghostly  dreams 
Of  gibbets  in  the  pale  moonbeams ; 
K  owlets  scream,  or  jackals  bark, 
Or  bats  flit  o'er  you  in  the  dark, 

Let  them  not  your  slumbers  mar  I 

Good  night,  Senor  Balthazar. 

Ensemble. 
Ah,  Senor  Balthazar, 
Virtue  be  your  guiding  star  ! 
Good  night,  Senor  Balthazar  ! 
Luc.  and  Inez.  Balthazar  < 

Omnes.  G">od  night,  Senor  Balthazar ! 

(After  Quartetto,  a-l  exeunt ,  except  Palthaiab.! 


THE   DOCTOR  OP   ALCANTARA. 


2* 


Bal.  How  strangely  every  body  seems  to  act  in  this  hoi;  Be  I  What  can 
oe  the  matter  ?  How  gloomy  everv  thing  is  !  I  don't  much  fancy  this  sofa 
It's  very  small !  Two  would  find  it  rather  limited,  (a  sigh  from  sofa  heard.", 
What  is  that  ?  —  Pshaw !  —  Nothing.  Their  miserable  good  night  has  given 
me  the  horrors,  I  believe,  (blows  out  light  and  lies  down.)  This  house  has  a 
very  fatal  and  ghostly  air.  "  Good  night!"  It  sounded  very  much  lik« 
4  Go  to  the  devil !  "  I  must  observe  them  in  the  morning,  (takes  off  his 
peruke  and  puts  it  on  wig  block  on  table.")  "May  no  ghosts  your  slumbers 
mar."  (singing.)  Ghosts,  gibbets,  bats,  murders,  moonbeams,  moans,  screams 
of  agony,  and  demons !  A  pretty  supper  to  go  to  bed  on !  (sings  to  wij 
block.)  **  Ah  !  Senor  Bathazar ! "  (walking  to  and  fro.)  Can  they  have  any 
designs  on  me  ?  They  certainly  behaved  very  mysteriously,  (yawns.)  Pshaw ! 
What  a  fool  I  am  1  I'm  very  sleepy,  (sits  on  sofa.)  I  will  sleep  with  one 
eye  open,  to  be  on  my  guard,  (the  wind  moans  outside.)  Dear  me,  I  feel  very 
gloomy,  (sings  to  wig  block.) 

Ah !  Senor  Balthazar ! 

May  no  fiends  your  slumbers  mar ! 

Good  night,  Senor  Balthazar ! 

Balthazar ! 

thazar ! 

Good  night !    Good  night !    (lies  on  sofa.) 

Finale,  (mysterious.) 
Bal.  (speaking  through  music.) 

I  feel  very  miserable  on  this  sofa. 


(sofa  creaks.) 

Ah  !  What  is  that  ? 

(tries  to  sleep.) 

How  gloomy  they  were  ! 

What  a  strange  reception  ! 

So  sad  —  so  confused  !  (yawns.")     (*«>*? u) 

Doctor  and  Inez. 

(Enter  Doctor,  with  lantern  in  his  hand.) 

(speaking.) 

Hush  !     Speak  low  ! 

(Enter  Inez,  with  a  large  pair  of  shears.) 

Inez. 

I  tremble  o'er  with  fear. 

The  moment  is  supreme. 

Doct. 

With  courage  arm  yourself. 

Inez. 

'Tis  like  some  horrid  dream. 

The  moment  is  supreme, 

But  I  with  fear  am  cold, 

With  horror  wild  you  seem, 

And  I  am  so ! 

Doct. 

Be  bold ! 

Approach ! 

Inez. 

How  calmly  does  he  sleep  ! 

My  heart  with  grief  is  torn. 

Our  crime  is  dark  and  deep  ! 

We  ne'er  shall  cease  to  mourn. 

I  tremble,  (approaches  sofa.) 

Doct 

Have  no  fear ! 

Inez. 

He  sleeps  —  but  should  he  wake  I 

Doct 

'Twill  be  another  crime, 

But  —  he  must  die  this  time. 

Inez. 

Oh,  spare  him  for  my  sake. 

Doct. 

Come !    Quickly ! 

Inks. 

I  freeze  with  grief  and  fear ! 

Alas  1    Should  they  o'erhear  ! 

(She  begins  to  cut  back  of  sofa  with  shears.* 

THE  DOCTOR  OP  ALCANTARA. 


Doct. 

(speaks.) 

Be  cautious ! 

Inkx.  (speaks.) 

It  is  not  easy  truly. 

Allegro  Agitato. 

Doot. 

Quicker  1    Quicker ! 

Inez. 

Yes !    It  is  done,     (with  horror.) 

Doct. 

Take  him  by  the  feet !    (solemnly.) 

(They  take  Carlos  by  the  feet.} 

Bal.  (waking.) 

Who  goes  there  ?    (long  pause  fi\ .) 

Omnes. 

Eh! 

Car. 

Ah  !    (draws  a  long  sigh.) 

Omnes. 

What  is  that  ? 

Cab. 

Ah !    (sighs  again.) 

Omnes. 
That  ghostly  sound !         (Balthazar  comet  forward  and 
listens.) 

Largo. 

(Carlos  little  by  little  gets  out  of  the  sofa,  and  at  length  sits  upon  it.     The 
others  all  grope  about  at  the  back.) 
Cab.  Oh !    where  am  I !    I  dream ! 

What  bliss  steals  o'er  my  heart  ? 
How  came  I  here  ?    Oh,  yes ! 
They  begged  I'd  not  depart. 
Oh  joy  delicious ! 
Oh  hope  auspicious  ! 
Inez  and  Doct.  (at  back.)    Come.    Try  again. 
Bal.    In  vain  I  listen.     'Twas  but  a  dream. 

(He  goes  to  sofa  and  sits  down  on  Carlos.     They  both  start  up  with  a  cry.) 
Omnes.  A  light !  A  light ! 

Murder !    Police !    Assassins  ! 
(Isabella,  Lucrezia,  Perez,  Sancho,  Pomposo,  and  Servants,  tnim 
with  lights.) 
Omnes.  What  does  it  mean  ? 

Allegro,   (parlante.) 
[sa.  and  Lire.  Speak  quickly  !   Answer  now ! 

What  means  this  fearful  row  ? 
[sa.  Answer ! 

Luc.  Answer  I 

Omnes.  Answer !    Ah ! 

Inez.    Doct.  )  .  i 

Bal.    Car.     JAssassms! 

Luc.     (sees  Carlos.)    What!   he 

Iba.      (sees  Carlos.)    'Tis  he. 

Inez*'  \  Heavens !    (see  Carlo*.) 

Bal.    My  son.    (seeing  Carlos.) 

Car.    Ah !    My  pa (they  embrace.) 

Is  a.  Is  he  your  son  ? 

My  cavalier. 

Ah!    Then  I  need 

No  longer  fear !     (embraces  Carlos.) 
Cab.  He  is  my  pa ! 

His  name  is  Senior  Balthazar. 
All.  Balthazar ! 

Luo.  (aside.)  He  came  for  her ! 

Cab.  I  still  unto 

My  vows  am  true. 


THE  DOCTOR  OP  ALCANTARA. 

Ixbs.  Were  you  not  in  the  river  tossed  ? 

I  tow  we  thought  that  you  were  lost ! 
Aal.  What?    Lost! 

Inez.  Were  you  not  in  the  basket  ? 

Car.  When? 

Inez.  When  it  was  thrown. 

Cab.  Td  left  it  then. 

Inez.  What !    Left  it  r    "We  may  breathe  again, 

Doot.  (to  Inez.)    You  fool !    I  said  to  you,  you  know. 

When  you  were  frightened,  'twas  not  so  1 

Finale. 
Cab.  and  Isa.         Holy  peace  our  bosoms  tiling, 
Hope  and  joy  alternate  thrilling, 
Sorrow  bnnished, 
Dull  care  vanished, 
Radiant  glories  o'er  us  crowd. 

Hearts  beat  lightly, 
Hope  smiles  brightly, 
And  our  sunshine  knows  no  cloud. 
Cab,  Hope  ever  smiling 

When  clouds  darkest  lower, 

Sorrow  beguiling 

With  sunshine's  gay  dower, 

Now  hover  o'er  us, 
Flying  before  us, 
Leading  the  way  unto  joy's  rosy  bowar. 

Concerted. 

Cab.,  Doct.,  Isa.,  Luc,  Inez,  Coro. 
Hope  ever  smiling, 
Sorrow  beguiling, 
Leading  the  way  unto  joy's  rosy  bower. 

(Exmtnt  Osr,*Bfc) 


APPENDIX. 


Doctor's  Song. 
Isa.     Here  comes  the  Doctor,  comes  the  Doctor. 
Inez.     Here  comes  the  Doctor,  comes  the  Doctor. 
Luc.    Here  comes  the  Doctor,  comes  the  Doctor 

[Enter  Doctor.] 
Doctor.    Good  people  all,  behold  in  me 

A  very  popular  M.  D. ! 

'Tis  mine  to  rid  you  of  your  ills, 

With  powder,  potion,  plaster,  pills  ; 

My  name  is  famous,  too,  in  story, 

And  bleeding  is  my  special  glory ! 

In  fact,  my  patients  all  agree, 

I  am  the  popular  M.  D. ! 

In  fact,  my  patients  all  agree, 
I  am  the  great,  the  great  M.  D. ! 


28  APPENDIX. 

Stir  up  the  mortar,  round  and  round, 

And  witk  the  pestle  pound,  pound,  pound  J 

Quinine,  gamboge — a  rousing  fee, — 

I  am  the  popular  M.  D. ! 

I  am,  I  am,  I  am  the  great  M.  D., 

I  am,  I  am  the  great  M.  D. ! 

Stir  up  the  mortar,  &c. 

ISA.  [ironically.']    He  is,  he  is,  he  is  the  great  M.  D. ! 
He  is  the,  &c. 
.  Inez.  He  is,  he  is,  he  is  the  great  M.  D. !  &c. 

Luc.  He  is,  he  is,  he  is  the  great  M.  D. !  &c. 

[All  imitate  the  Doctor.] 
Stir  up  the  mortar,  round  and  round, 
And  with  the  pestle  pound,  pound,  pound ; 
Quinine,  gamboge, — a  rousing  fee, — 
He's  the  popular  M.  D. ! 

2. 

When  I  was  young,  I  swept  the  shop, 

Of  physic  lore  I  reaped  a  crop  ; 

I  carried  rouge  to  ladies  fair, 

And  stuff  to  dye  their  lovely  hair; 

To  pick  up  knowledge  I  was  wary, 

And  soon  was  dubbed  Apothecary, 

And  that's  the  reason  why,  you  see, 

I  am  the  popular  M.  D. ! 

And  that's  the  reason  why,  you  see, 

I  am  the  great,  the  great  M.  D. ! 
Stir  up  the  Mortar,  &c. 
ISA.  [ironically].     He  is,  he  is,  he  is  the  great  M.  D. !  &c. 
Inez.  He  is,  lis  is,  he  is  the  great  M.  D. !  &c. 

Luc.  He  is,  he  is,  he  is  the  great  M.  D. !  &c. 

All.  Stir  up  the  mortar,  &c. 

3- 

I  try  to  please  the  old  and  youna;; 

By  ladies  all  my  praise  is  sung  : 

My  zeal  is  hot  my  head  is  cool — - 

"  Secundum  arlem  " — that's  my  rule. 

Compounding  pills,  elixir,  bolus, 

I  do  assure  you,  I  stand  solus. 

To  kill  or  cure, — all's  one  to  me, 

I  am  the  popular  M.  D. ! 

To  kill  or  cure — all's  one  to  me, 

I  am  the  great,  the  great  M.  D. ! 
Stir  up  the  mortar,  &c. 
Isa.  [ironically].     He  is,  he  is,  he  is  the  great  M.  D. !  &c. 
Inez.  He  is,  he  is,  he  is  the  great  M.  D. !  &c. 

Luc.  He  is,  he  is,  he  is  the  great  M.  D. !  &c. 

All.  Stir  up  the  mortar,  round  and  round,  &c. 


APPENDIX. 

Favorite  Mazurka  Song.      * 

If  a  lover  is  poor, 

You  may  feel  quite  secure; 

Then  his  sighs  and  his  vows  are  all  honest  and  true 
For  naught  else  on  earth 
Can  give  proof  of  his  worth, 

Save  affection  sincere,  and  devotion  to  you. 
But  let  fortune  once  smile, 
And  his  love  is  all  guile  ; 

No  more  dare  you  trust  to  a  word  he  can  say: 
Though  the  suit  may  survive, 
It  will  surely  not  thrive — 

Love  nurtured  in  riches  will  die  in  a  day. 
If  a  lover  is  poor,  &c. 


2. 

On  their  knees  they  implore, 

At  our  feet  they  adore, 
And  our  poor  little  hearts  are  soon  moved  to  believe; 

So  we  hear  their  appeal, 

For  their  anguish  we  feel, 
But  they  win  our  compassion — alas  !  to  deceive. 

I  have  guarded  my  heart 

Against  love's  cruel  dart ; 
No  more  to  that  spot  shall  his  barb  find  a  way : 

And  I  warn  you,  take  heed 

Of  my  words,  at  your  need, 
Love,  nurtured  in  riches,  will  die  in  a  day. 

If  a  lover  is  poor,  &c. 


Day-Dreams  of  Love. 

Day-dreams  of  love,  fore'er  my  heart  entrancing ! 

Bright  wings  of  hope — alas,  you've  sped  away ! 
Visions  of  bliss,  to  me  life's  joys  enhancing ! 

Far,  far  from  her,  sad  longing  darkens  my  day. 
To  me  return,  and  heal  this  fond  heart's  yearning; 

Pity  for  me,  for  hopeless  is  my  fate  ! 
Come,  dearest  maid !  for  thee  my  soul  is  burning ! 
Must  I  needs  despair  ?    Ah ! 

Day-dreams  of  love,  fore'er  my  heart  entrancing, 
Bright  wings  of  hope,  how  soon  you've  sped  away! 

Visions  of  bliss,  to  me  life's  joys  enhancing; 
Arise  anew,  consoling  angels  of  day  ! 

Visions  of  bliss  to  me  life's  joys  enhancing ! 
Arise  anew,  consoling  angels  of  day  I 


M 


Ah,  Woe  is  Me  !     \Scena  and  Bolero. — Recitivo."\ 

Ah,  woe  is  me  !  my  heart's  best  hope  is  vanished ; 
The  loved  one's  fled  and  ne'er  to  me  returns, 
And  I,  alone,  in  deepest  grief  am  left 
To  dream  of  him  whom  I  shall  ne'er  behold  ! 
Oh,  would  that  fate  had  cast  my  lot  with  him, 
How  happy  were  my  fate ! 

E'en  if  a  small  and  lonely  cot  our  love  from  all  concealed  1 
Each  thought  of  mine  to  him  belongs,  to  him,  to  him  belongs 
Oh,  would  that  fate,  &c. 

But  to  the  dance, 
Pleasures  entrance, 
When  to  the  music  all  senses  are  yielding ; 
Care  disappearing, 
Love's  vows  endearing, 
And  all  my  soul  is  full  with  joy, 

My  soul  is  full  with  joy ! 
To  the  Bolero  impatient  I'm  hastening; 
Music  and  joy, 
Pleasure  and  mirth, 
All  my  senses  penetrate. 
Music  and  joy, 
Pleasure  and  mirth, 
All  my  senses  with  bliss  penetrate ! 
Music  and  joy, 
Pleasure  and  mirth, 
All  my  senses  penetrate  ! 
All  gay  Madrilenas,  all  proud  Caballeros, 
Are  anxiously  waiting  to  join  in  the  dance. 
All  gay,  &c 


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